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Dear people, 
It may please thee to find,
A peacefully priced scheme to these rhymes confined for a time in a cursedly mind,
A curse! It might seam, in search of the dream,
get in line behind the rest of the blind. 
Cursed, obversely in search of an inner church. Oh to look inside, Only to find another scandal. 
Under the shirt convert to girth, 
                   that’s work that we can handle. 
Jerkily they Converse and repeatedly convert conversely, uncertain from birth, but with certainty;
dodge determinedly certain holeS in the dirt. Certainly, Turf tough to surf, to navigate to work-instead, work on self worth inside of the head,
     Head to said work-shed to shed shells, de-shell-sea shells, sell twelve, shelve twelve of the two twelves of shellfishes held;
Sell fish for free for the helpless, 
help assist an end to endless fees, still, forever will, never be shell-less. See? (be a selfless sea)
Smell the heads swell, (achieved) shelved on what’s said as it squelches.
Hands Look to the shelf for self help just to see it’s a sea with no shell fish. 
Just...One head, One lead shell…to will tell to fill well to swell with the selfless to search through a sea full of selfies, seek secret forests discrete in sources, deep in the country. 
Often spoke of something rare and important upon the earth. And it's oceans. 
The potency of the potion with all its components as resilient as rodents yields out twice in devotion. Best not to drink apply topically as lotion. The worth of it’s, in that it works much as do potions. Helps control the bodies natural convulsions sets In motion a Trend of contortion to conform to the collective emotion.
 And so with there portions. 
    -and people, it’s the proper proportions that we lack at the moment.

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